DEJA VOODOO
cpyr. 2026, Suburban Cowboys Music
Lyrics: Ralph Scott Music: Sue Gno Vocals: Alain Jackson
Mercury’s in Retrograde, look at the evening news.
Closer to home there’s doom to go around.
My woman must be psychic, an armchair Fortune Teller
She predicts our burnin’ love is going out.
Here we go, it’s number two, or maybe three or four.
Splittin’ up is once again back in the stars.
I wonder ‘bout our future, haven’t we been here before?
Another black Ace showed up in the cards.
Must be Deja Voodoo, I call it like she sees it.
Dark forces must be tearing us apart.
Or could it be just me? Don’t know who feeds it.
Deja Voodoo’s playing with my fragile heart.
Booked a session with a Medium, though her fee was set on high.
That shiny crystal ball was mesmerizing.
She peered into my future, got a strange look in her eyes.
Said our little love nest needs downsizing.
Must be Deja Voodoo, I call it like she sees it.
Dark forces must be tearing us apart.
Or could it be just me or simply the way she reads it?
Deja Voodoo’s playing with my fragile heart.
[BRIDGE]
Gonna buy a lucky rabbit’s foot.
Think I’ll burn some fresh cut sage.
Shrink my head, enlarge my heart.
Turn that Spellbook’s final page.
[REFRAIN]
Must be Deja Voodoo, I call it like she sees it.
Dark forces must be tearing us apart.
Or could it be just me? Don’t know who feeds it.
Deja Voodoo’s playing with my fragile heart.
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